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Chapter 367: When bread sells for 367, every dog ​​on the street will raise its head degrees (Part )

The AK47 production line was completed not long ago and is currently in full production.

But after all, it is just a rifle production line, and it won't take up much space or manpower.

This thing is what really occupies the majority in the world of the Heavenly Book.

The huge figure slowly and steadily drove out of the final assembly factory, with a silver-gray body, a thick gun barrel, and the ability to jump up directly halfway.

"Iron Slug, this is the only vehicle we have produced so far. Due to resource constraints, we have reduced the main gun and the firepower on both sides of this tank. Otherwise, the production of bullets and shells in the Heavenly Book World will not be able to keep up. I suggest that after you capture the city, you outsource the production of bullets."

"But the most important jumping ability and other parameters have not been reduced. The oil extracted by the means we currently have can only last for four hours at full speed. As for the protection..."

At this point, Dr. Agumon smiled, and that smile was more like the expression of a hunter before killing his prey.

"Don't expect to penetrate armor, even the thinnest armor, if the shells hit within five rounds."

When Dr. Agumon was imitating Steel Slug, he not only deciphered the materials of the Metal Slug world, but also used some technology from the Steel Empire. It can be said that a big part of the reason why the manufacturing cycle of Steel Slug is so long is because of this extraordinary defensive power.

If a cannonball can only withstand five rounds, then a gun is no different from a toy in front of this level of armor.

"It's strong enough to withstand five rounds of damage." Mo Hao nodded. "How long will it take to manufacture it?"

"Go all out in production, and I'll give you a tank battalion in two months."

A time that is not slow, but not fast either.

Dr. Agumon sighed and spread his hands helplessly, "If it were the size of a city, with 200,000 skilled workers, I could reduce the production time to half an hour per vehicle."

As far as Mo Hao knows, the current record holder for the fastest tank production speed is the United States, where it only takes twenty minutes from parts manufacturing to complete assembly.

But at present, the world of Heavenly Book has limited space and manpower, so we can only make do with it.

After all, whether you want to expand the production of steel slugs or add two acres of farmland, it will affect the production of other things.

Mo Hao once again felt that it would be difficult to do anything if the territory was too small.

Since it takes two months to build a tank battalion, Mo Hao can only set the start time to three months later. Three months is enough for the soldiers to become familiar with the new weapons and tanks and complete an integration.

In addition to gaining reputation among the people through speeches, spreading the seeds of ideas, and gathering people who cannot survive, all these things can be accomplished in three months.

But after seizing the city, Mo Hao would have to face attacks from Congress and the covetous eyes of foreign countries.

The victorious country will never sit idly by and watch the [Leinigman Empire] perish before paying off the debt, unless Mo Hao is willing to acknowledge the debt, but how could he possibly acknowledge this.

It was this debt that made it impossible for the people to survive and that made Mo Hao not consider any means of rebellion other than direct use of force.

Therefore, for its own interests, the victorious country will inevitably stand on the side of the [Leinigman Empire].

Thinking of this, Mo Hao felt that his situation seemed to be even worse than that of the [Leinigman Empire].

At least during the [War to End All Wars], the [Leinigman Empire] still fought against the surrounding countries with the full strength of a single country.

……

Technical Workers Guild, after several speeches, Mo Hao already had a considerable audience.

In other words, Mo Hao's words, which seemed particularly intense compared to those of everyone else, seemed to express what people wanted to say in the most intense way.

Some people regarded Mo Hao as their spokesperson, and some people thought that Mo Hao was their opinion leader. As a result, Mo Hao began to have many admirers. The name [Mo Hao] had begun to spread among people.

Thanks to this, the political group of the Tech Workers Union is expanding rapidly and even has plans for a speaking tour.

Mo Hao was resting with his eyes closed. He didn't think specifically about how to give the speech in the evening, what means of speaking he would use, or how to phrase it.

He doesn't need any of these.

To be honest, if you ask Mo Hao how to give a speech, he feels that he doesn't know how to give a speech at all, and he has not learned the relevant knowledge and skills.

But he knows what the people want, and that's enough.

A good politician and leader should speak openly for the desires of the majority.

Just then, Anton came in with a well-dressed gentleman.

The gentleman held up the envelope in his hand, "Excuse me, Mr. Mo Hao, this is a letter from Councillor Martin."

It was a name he had never heard of before. Mo Hao, who was disturbed, opened his eyes somewhat unhappily, took the envelope and took out the letter inside.

"He asked me to cancel my speaking schedule, and he did it in an imperative tone."

Excluding the useless nonsense, the content written on the letter is actually very simple to summarize.

Anton took the letter handed over by Mo Hao, looked at the contents on it, and dictated it to other members in the room.

"The Prime Minister is willing to pay war reparations and fully implement the treaty of defeat, so the people are already preparing for a riot. Congressman Martin has issued a national emergency order to personally command the movement. He also said that if Mo Hao continues to make speeches, it will undoubtedly add fuel to the fire..."

"Adding fuel to the fire." Mo Hao laughed in anger, saying that his speech was adding fuel to the fire, but those high-ranking masters would not care how the fire was started.

He took a deep breath and looked calmly at the gentleman who delivered the letter.

Judging from his clothes and appearance, this is a gentleman who does not need to worry about making a living. He could be the son of a member of Congress, or the son of a nobleman.

The other party looked at Mo Hao with a calm face, but his body involuntarily took two steps back.

He didn't know why he was retreating, as if he was not facing a person, but an extremely terrifying thing.

"Have you ever been to the market? Do you know how much a loaf of bread costs these days?"

This gentleman naturally didn't know, and was even a little confused, not knowing what the price of bread had to do with Mo Hao's speech.

Mo Hao kindly told him the answer and stretched out his hand with five fingers spread out.

“Five hundred thousand bira, five hundred thousand bira, this amount of money is not even enough to carry in a wheelbarrow!!”

It was as if the roar of a wild beast was ringing in his ears, which not only frightened the messenger, but also made the other members of the Technical Workers' Association in the room dare not say a word.

An invisible pressure weighed on everyone's heart as Mo Hao spoke.

"He actually dares to be afraid that I will add fuel to the fire?!"

Mo Hao's speeches were never meant to add fuel to the fire.

When bread sells for 500,000 yuan each, a dog on the street will raise its front paws at a 45-degree angle.

(End of this chapter)